This is a work of fiction and all characters are 18 or over. Many thanks to Gayle for editing my story! Comments welcome!
_ _ _ _
My wife Carol and I have been married for just over 21 years, and have been a steady item for 24 total since we dated in college. For me it was truly love at first sight, as my wife was a cheerleader at the time, and the very first time I ever saw her she was rooting for our football team in her tight sweater and short skirt. She was simply a vision with short blonde hair, electric blue eyes, and the cutest smile you could ever imagine. She was quite petite, standing 5'1", and weighing no more than 110 pounds, and fortunately for me she has managed to maintain her figure ever since. The second I laid eyes on her I knew I had to meet her, and went out of my way to introduce myself and ask her out.
Carol and I hit it off instantly and fucked like rabbits on our very first date. We both possessed a kinky side, which we were pretty open about with one another, and really explored our sexuality. We dabbled in almost everything two people could do together, but never felt the need to include others (we thought about it mind you, but loved each other so much we didn't want petty jealousies to poison our relationship). My role was often Dominant and Carol's submissive, yet we enjoyed a wide range of activities to keep our horny young minds and bodies stimulated. More often than not she liked things a bit rough and I was usually more than happy to oblige.
Early in our relationship we did a lot of role-play, and one of our favorite and most frequent sexual activities was when we played Daddy/daughter. We were both very vocal, and talked incessantly in character during our lovemaking. Carol would most often set the scene, like Daddy coming to visit her at college for parents weekend. She would set things in motion by showering me with kisses, saying, "I've missed you so much Daddy." That of course would kickoff a long night of passion between two consenting adults.
Two years after we were married, Carol gave birth to our only child, a daughter named Kelly. Complications during birth left Carol unable to have additional children, and though we originally wanted more, we felt blessed with a child like Kelly, so one was enough. As our daughter grew up in our small home, Carol and I found it harder and harder to have our naughty play time with an inquisitive set of ears in the house. We had sex often, but it had become a bit vanilla, and our kinky talk/play was limited to nights when Kelly was staying with friends or family.
As Kelly advanced through puberty and started growing into adulthood, I was amazed how much she took after her mother. By the time she was a Junior in high school, she could have been the identical twin of the girl I first met at college. She too had a perky petite figure, complete with her mom's hair and eyes. When she graduated high school her body had filled out and she had simply become a stunning young woman of 18 years.
Being her father, I tried my best not to notice, but how could I not? She was the spitting image of the woman I fell in love with, so I told myself it was only natural. She wore clothing popular with kids these days, short skirts and tight tops, really showing off her supple young form. I sneaked glances every now and then, surreptitiously drinking her in and thinking of my younger, more carefree days with her Mom. I was saddened by the thought that she'd be leaving for college in a matter of weeks, no longer my little girl.
What I didn't know was that my wife was watching me watch our daughter. Unknown to me, Carol had caught me on more than one occasion ogling Kelly, yet never said anything. One Saturday afternoon the three of us were chatting before Kelly headed out with friends for the day, when she bent over to retrieve her keys from the purse she had placed next to her on the floor. It was summer, and she was wearing a thin white pair of capri pants with a tight baby blue top. I couldn't help but look at her perfect ass on display before me, and at first was surprised I couldn't see any panty lines. Upon closer inspection, I found a tiny dark "Y" just above her cheeks, and realized my daughter was wearing a minuscule thong under her tight white pants.
I was completely taken by the lovely sight, and felt a pang deep inside my groin at the erotic vision before me. With regret, I pulled my eyes away before she stood up, and fought to maintain my composure. I quickly glanced over at my wife to see if she had noticed my glare, and she looked back with a sly grin on her face, then cocked her head at me just a bit...busted! I was totally embarrassed at being caught checking out my own daughter, yet Carol looked more amused than upset. Kelly retrieved the keys, slung her purse over her shoulder, and ran out the door waiving good-bye as she went.
As the door slammed shut, Carol moved close to me and whispered softly, "You're a naughty boy, Daddy."
My face must have turned a thousand shades of red, and I could only stammer, "What, errr, what do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean Daddy, you were checking out Kelly, weren't you?" she replied with a knowing smile.
"Of course not," I answered back, although without much conviction. My mind raced, and I started to sweat, wondering what my wife would say or do next.
Carol gazed at me for a long moment grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary. "It's not the first time I've seen you doing it Ted," she finally said flatly. She then slowly shook her head at me looking somewhat disappointed, turned and walked away.
I stood speechless and alone for a long while. I had been busted by my wife, apparently more than once, staring after our only daughter. After I settled down a bit I tried to make sense of the situation I found myself in. The amazing thing was that Carol did not seem angry with my looking, but appeared more frustrated with the fact that I lied to cover my ass.
I decided the best thing to do was to face the music right away and come clean, not about everything mind you, but hopefully enough to get myself somewhat off the hook. I went looking for my wife, and found her seated in the kitchen sipping a cold drink. I proceeded cautiously over to her and said, "I wasn't checking her out sweetheart, when Kelly bent over I just couldn't help notice the fact that she was wearing a thong. It was pretty obvious under those thin pants."
Carol stared at me rather coldly for a moment, then with an amused look on her face replied, "Oh really, so you weren't checking her out, were you? That's funny, 'cause it sure looked that way to me."
I stammered once again before Carol interrupted me, "It's okay Ted, I don't mind. It's natural for a guy to look at a young pretty bottom." Then with a twisted smile she added, "Even if it is his little girl's."
I felt my face grow hot and knew I must have blushed deeply. There was no way to hide my reaction, so I remained silent and just hung my head.
Carol then said, "Don't worry honey, it's fine -- honestly." I lifted my face and looked towards her again, and she appeared to be pleased with my obvious discomfort. She then smiled at me and stated, "Sit down, I'll make you some lunch." With that the subject was changed and I tried not to think about it, but had a hard time pushing the entire episode out of my mind.
